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I've decided my Grams is the queen of guilt trips. You would swear she's Jewish. She is Polish, so I think that's close enough. I fear the day I move out and get a phone call from her on Christmas day. "Sara, why haven't you come over to see me yet? I have a gift for you ... You don't have to give me anything, I'd just like to see you." Substitue my name for the name of my cousin and you've got exactly what she said to my cousin Amie.

Ahhh ... More family just arrived. I wonder how long I can stay locked in my room until they notice I'm home?

Christmas is okay, but it's mostly just another day for me. Gifts are okay, but usually I get things I don't need. I did get an awesome jacket though. And an mp3 player that I probably won't use very often.

Mythbusters all-day marathons make my day better. What's better than learning something new while you wait for annoying family members to disappear?

And my family found me. Grams ratted me out. I was hoping I'd get to avoid my 12 years old cousin, her mother, Amie, and my other cousin who recently got his ass out of jail. For the third time. For stagetory (sp?) rape and a few other things, I'm sure.

Please keep in mind these are the people who were telling my mother they found naked pictures of yours truely online and blogs where I said my step father was an asshole. The online pictures are amusing, considering I'm saying that on SG. The posts where I called my step dad an asshole? Yeah. Those are true.

Aaron's here and we're going out so I'll update you later!

<3 Sara